What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 40 Intending to Use Drunken Fist
"Come on, your daughter, how old is she?"

Xia Qing interrupted Grandpa Wu speechlessly: "You'd better not research this anymore. If you really want to introduce someone, introduce me to some masters with real skills. I'm more interested in martial arts."

He could tell that this old man Wu was indeed skilled in martial arts, at least he had many years of experience in the Six Harmonies Spear.

It is often said that a person's social circle reflects their character.

Since you practice martial arts, you must know many people like you.

Now he's learning whatever he can get his hands on; having many skills is never a bad thing, and who knows when he might awaken a special martial art.

"You've come to the right person."

When Grandpa Wu heard that Xia Qing wanted to learn martial arts, he laughed and said, "Old Li, you should know him too, right?"

"The one who practices iron head kung fu by hitting his head against a tree?"

Xia Qing asked.

"That's right, it's him. His Iron Head Kung Fu is just blindly bumping into things, and he's just developed calluses on his forehead."

Grandpa Wu initially showed disdain and contempt, but quickly changed his tone:
"However, this old guy was quite skilled at drunken boxing when he was young. He almost killed someone back then because he was too rough with his punches, which is why he quit drinking. When he gets a craving for alcohol, he crashes into trees..."

Drunken Fist?

Xia Qing's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

This is also a very famous style of boxing.

At least in the realm of entertainment works like movies, he is absolutely famous.

Of course, if it were just about boxing techniques, it wouldn't have excited him so much.

After all, he is not lacking in close combat now, and Tai Chi is more than enough. If all else fails, he can try to learn Bajiquan from Grandpa Wu.

What he lacks most right now is actually a defensive hard skill like Iron Head Kung Fu.

But what makes Drunken Fist special is that it is not actually a specific style of boxing, but rather a collective term for a class of boxing styles that imitate a drunken state.

Furthermore, thanks to the artistic processing of various classic cultural and entertainment works, its most profound and inherent impression is that drinking alcohol makes you stronger!

From a practical scientific perspective, moderate amounts of alcohol can indeed improve blood circulation and numb the senses, making people less afraid of pain and more likely to strike harder.

Of course, it certainly doesn't have any particularly powerful effects.

But this is not important.

The important thing is that he can level up!
If some related supernatural abilities could be developed, wouldn't taking a few gulps before a battle be an excellent way to enhance combat power?

Where is Grandpa Li?

Xia Qing immediately began searching for Grandpa Li.

"Don't bother looking for him, he didn't come today. He couldn't control himself and got drunk again last night."

Grandpa Wu chuckled and shook his head: "Besides, this old man won't teach you. Ever since he almost killed someone, he hasn't even passed on his skills to his own son."

"Well... why don't you put in a good word for me? Since you've brought it up, you must have a way, right?"

Xia Qing wasn't stupid; she immediately looked at Grandpa Wu.

"Hehe, do you know why Old Man Li keeps banging his head against this tree every day?"

Grandpa Wu chuckled.

"Didn't you say you were quitting alcoholism?"

Xia Qing looked completely bewildered.

"He's quitting my ass, he got drunk yesterday."

Grandpa Wu pursed his lips, pulled Xia Qing aside a bit, and pointed to an old lady with gray hair but neatly combed not far away: "Look, he's taken a fancy to this young lady, but he doesn't dare to approach her, so he can only show off there every day..."

"You mean, we should help him get together with this person?"

Xia Qing understood immediately and asked, "How do I do this? I have no experience with this."

"You'll have to figure that out yourself. My wife was even found for me by a matchmaker."

As a result, when it came to the crucial moment, Grandpa Wu acted as if he was helpless.

"Do I look like someone with matchmaker experience?"

Xia Qing immediately rolled her eyes in annoyance.

I'm still single myself, how could I possibly know how to play matchmaker for others, especially older people?

"Master, what are we practicing today?"

Just as the two were staring at each other in silence, a large head suddenly appeared between them.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Xu Dashan, the first disciple whom they had just tricked into believing yesterday.

"Stop fooling around, you're thinking about something. Go practice standing meditation."

Xia Qing raised her hand and pushed Xu Dashan's head back.

This guy, over two meters tall, looks like he's cosplaying a guardian spirit standing next to me, making me look a bit short. I definitely need to make him wear a suit sometime.

That way, he can act more like a big, clumsy bodyguard and not steal the spotlight.

"okay."

Xu Dashan nodded honestly and was about to practice the standing meditation as Xia Qing had taught him yesterday when he suddenly smiled and waved to the front.

"You...know him?"

Xia Qing looked back at Xu Dashan, then at the meticulous and elegant old lady in front of her.

The other person was also smiling and waving in this direction.

"Grandma, what's wrong?"

Xu Dashan was puzzled.

"?"

Xia Qing looked Xu Dashan up and down with a strange expression: "How old are you this year?"

"eighteen."

Xu Dashan said honestly.

"You call this eighteen years old?"

Grandpa Wu, who was standing to the side, was somewhat taken aback upon hearing this.

Xu Dashan's physique is really intimidating, and he also looks quite mature.

No one would mistake him for an eighteen-year-old.

Xia Qing vaguely recalled that when she was bewitched by the nightmare, Xu Dashan was calling her "Sister Nightmare"...

Furthermore, the fact that they were able to appear in that residential area means they must be a resident of the surrounding area.

Looking at it this way, there's no doubt that the old lady is his grandmother.

Of course, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is, Xu Dashan, Old Man Li, your beloved's grandson is in my hands!

Hmm, that sounds a bit strange.

That's basically the gist of it.

"Uncle Li, you didn't want this either..."

Having instantly conceived a delightful plot in their minds, Xia Qing and Grandpa Wu exchanged a glance and simultaneously revealed strange smiles.

"Very good, Dashan, I have a difficult task for you to undertake tomorrow."

Xia Qing raised her hand and patted Xu Dashan's shoulder earnestly.

"Oh well."

Xu Dashan nodded without hesitation.

He doesn't look very bright.

He was indeed not very bright, Xia Qing could clearly sense that from his conversation.

Of course, he's not stupid, just a bit simple-minded in personality.

In short, he's a simpleton, a hothead, and stubborn.

Heaven did not give him a clever mind.

Fortunately, he was given a physique far exceeding that of ordinary people.

"Alright, get into stance training and focus your energy. Behave yourself and don't move."

With the matter settled, Xia Qing immediately switched to strict teacher mode and began teaching Xu Dashan.

For the elderly, Xia Qing mainly leads them in physical exercise.

But he was much stricter with Xu Dashan, requiring him to master not only the moves but also basic skills like stance training.

It's not about improving physical fitness, but about controlling the strength of all the muscles in your body and integrating them into a unified whole.

When it moves, it can gather the strength of the whole body.

If he can do that, combined with Xu Dashan's innate physical abilities, he can be invincible among ordinary people even if he just slaps them randomly.

The two of them, along with Grandpa Wu, practiced for a while longer, and gradually the elderly men and women who came to exercise in the morning also gathered together.

Once most of the people had arrived, Xia Qing, as usual, led the elderly men and women in a leisurely Tai Chi practice.

After finishing his morning exercise, he leisurely took out his phone and started reading the barrage of text messages from Viper.

(End of this chapter)